How Thick Can You Get?

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

If All Goes Well, You Will Be Able To Save More Than One Innocent Life Tonight.

Jealous?...of What? I Don't Want A Foul Scar Right Across My Head, Thanks. I Don't Think Getting Your Head Cut Open Makes You That Special, Myself.

Hermione Was Screaming Again: The Sound Went Through Harry Like Physical Pain.

So Top Grade's O For 'outstanding,'" Hermione Was Saying, "and Then There's A-" "no, E," George Corrected Her, "e For 'exceeds Expectations.' And I've Always Thought Fred And I Should've Got E In Everything, Because We Exceeded Expectations Just By Turning Up For The Exams.